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The Presence of Solitude while embracing acceptance of being radically alone

by Corpus Cantopen

The constant noise of thoughts has taken my time away from me. Then I questioned my self-centeredness to present connection without attachment and destructively.

In solitude, I prepare myself as if to understand how to be secure and authentic freely. I sense my physical and physiological systems are unbalanced at this edge of my humanity. After all, I have already passed a way of life at social functions such as being a daughter, a mother, a trainer, a stage performer, and in some mutual romantic relationships. At this very moment, being alone with myself is my only option.

If I am able to listen to the hectic pace of my life, do I need to relearn to walk the path of silence and solitude in another step of life? Meanwhile, this condition is a fundamental skill to isolate myself from being overwhelmed by causes of connection in rare paths without direct conclusion. Metaphorically, what would I do with the rest of the life I have?

I tend to the point of knowing nothing about the meaning of life, and staring from the top of my edge, I learn that the meaning of life has no meaning. Everything comes and goes, nothing belongs, not even my body, my breath, and someone that I love for the very first time in my whole life just happened now.

I am assured I am able to share my life with his life. However, it appears to be a far cry from where I was coming from, which was full of social activities. Instead of trying to remember the experiences and the routines, I feel awkward and warful about my needs and emotions. Furthermore, they turned the moment into a catastrophe.

Sementara pagi hadir begitu gaduh pada sudut kota yang menggenggam kenangan ditinggalkan dalam kelam Aku meminta hal yang tak lagi utuh untuk berjalan dengan segala letihku yang pernah terukir di seberang ufuk bagaikan mimpi lautan badai selatan menunggu di tepi musim yang hilang Apakah dermaga enggan menitipkan rindu yang takkan mampu terbantah Semisal harapan tersapu gelombang desir pasir dalam diam tiada jawab Cahaya kembali rembang…

What could be more alone than deciding to become a self-reader at the age of maturity? How is the sense of peace released, undoubtedly? It is natural for the self to take small steps as a starting step. Thoughts and feelings flood in as a new day settles in every single minute. It just guides me to remembrance of some philosophers of humanity and the psychology of existentialism I knew both from the east and the west in my youth.

I will try to give myself the time in exercise to practice living like a new baby learning how to crawl as another spiritualism of being alone. Through the story of my mind, I am required to imagine being direct in ways of how to stay in a current circumstance. How to be sharper, more creative, and more tuned-in to what may be happening in and around me by listening to Purple Noise* in clear mind and body until all tears dry naturally.

*https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sobYJY7nHIA

As A Life Flows

By Corpus Cantopen

So when in tears The love of years Is wasted like the snow, And the fine fibrils of its life By the rude wrong of instant strife Are broken at a blow Within the heart [The Forest Reverie, Edgar Allan Poe]

The stories are mostly from the second half of the unknown, comprising an illustrated description of its life as the stories are probably a collection of milieus as experienced at worst. I would not say that this comes at a cost in many subtleties, but how to be resilient in survival is another question that requires no compromise.

Hope is never required for any particular choice. Instead of losing hope many times and struggling to see that your life is another doom to be fixed. Trust is a serious issue to put in another hands. The sun is just coming with a different cloud of darkness as the hope from another broken heart at the very last moment.

It’s just too crazy when my soul builds up from love and connection. A simple way showed up at life's giving, but also losing. I'm falling from a mountain that was so beautiful for unknown reasons. Until I find myself desperate and lost, not free of all the dreams I never made.

The feelings were down to a deep truth that had been written on my heart boldly for a great solitude. It is made to resonate within my soul, so unbecoming. I have lost on every point. No smile in every way but entering a cold river as my blood is to be cherished within my great loneliness now.

Now, it has totaled over passionately between the difference and the distance. I might illustrate this in a reflection of this corpus closely through a personal diary entry on my body anatomy. For any reason, no one is really willing to wait for their own death. I would be scattered into pieces if I believed it.

Communication adds another layer of complication to how human minds work; whether it's as a mutual respect stuck at a passion without comprehensiveness, we lose peace. Misery is rewarded with a kind of bizarre becoming.

O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. [The Sick Rose, William Blake]

I promised you eternity from my sorrow in the places that sow the lantern of understanding. No more hiding in the emptiest of the fields where the largest battles are fought by despair. A fool's feast staring at the apocalypse in life at the darkest sadness in all known souls over civilization.

Dream It to A Utopian Anarchist over lands in a curve of rivers and oceans

by Corpus Cantopen

I am alive as your dark soul's mirror. My chaos left over this apocalyptic carnival. But I'm moving along smoothly, like a turtle and wild weeds at the same time. You are able to freely throw me as garbage into the ocean or burn me as you burned your land in the mountains.

You are free to simply make a wish, and I will grant all of your wishes. I will satisfy your needs, even all your sutras’ desires without borders. I am your solid blackness. As a way of life, I am a minimalist concept of the human body.

Your emptiness frightens you into fasting from all material desires. Are you stuck in a situation trying to heavy lift your life? Your habits are just unhealthy and unpeacefully competing with your experiences to be calculated for a personal deposit in the bank. We talked about it at a fun party that you left all dried up!

You cut our tongue out in an effort to stop interrupting. You made it entirely work as the weird bubbling noises became us. We will never frequently request your merchandise. We do suggest other reputable companies with a wide range of experience to our playground that you will not be able to imagine.

You will find yourself facing your broken mirror now. You lose all what are-so-called the roots of archipelagos. I dreamt it as a utopian anarchist for the hell of darkness. Your alienated self's tenderness is whispering into your deepest nightmare.

the Earth plate trembles as shivers blades in every land, so many long tears flowed the clouds never spoke out louder than cried thou heart glistened over the great thunder comes the heavy rain for the disaster plague as a sham realization of your blood beliefs a metamorphic wind blows in a craving sky this is only the start of all the hell's wars a beautiful beginning against the gods

A discussion is only another burden that is not being done by others freely. At a distance, consciousness is mistakenly assumed to accomplish something significant in society, as the largest ballroom is blinded by passion in the name of morality on the edge of ethics.

The mud will take care of all your assignments to lead the needs of the service provided. There is no requirement to be highly qualified to demonstrate who is the winner and the loser. You made the puzzle grade with a very low level of intellectual and emotional intelligence. What an embarrassment to pride. You must use your expensive mask to cover your life for a better hood.

From your most hated to all the emotions you're spreading like seeds underneath of disbelief to move on in pain and sorrow. We are coming back to matching the games on another platform, meanwhile, empathizing with the needs of feelings of ease to support simplicity and safety.

Feel free to make us feel guilty about this!

An Eternal Return to Endless Reverie the sun rises as the sky at a distance gradually darkens

by Corpus Cantopen

Some hours passed, my friend and I had a short chat about the sense of suffering as a term. We did have some perspective on this. Therefore, this is what interests me: how we sense the word based on our own experiences. This might be a good question as to the mind, memory, and present. How do we accept loss and anxiety as part of suffering?

We may have many theories about this, but what are the distinctions between “suffering,” “sorrow,” and “pain”? Are there any matters offered regarding the complexity between the body and the soul in terms of suffering as words and emotions in the living? I'm tempted by a variety of memories of suffering.

Let’s read some perspectives on this condition. I would jump to the very far past. The Dukkha, which was archived as Pali scripts as the condition of human life based on Buddhism as a way of enlightenment, just reminds me of the Inferno from The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri.

“The highest wisdom, and the primal love. Before me nothing but eternal things were made, And I endure eternally. Abandon every hope, ye who enter here.”

I sense an eternal return from this paragraph above. Meanwhile, the paradoxical condition of humanity is a poetic and philosophical space in which humans, as part of the complex and unpredictable nature of humanity, transcend not only becoming but also ambiguity.

In my opinion, both emotions and somatic events happen pertaining to the interrelations of mind and body; having bodily activities so-called mental. I think this situation is more related to hormone factors and how we maintain our diets and health awareness.

Moreover, when we are in the womb, we've been manifested by external causes in the form of traumatic events before we were born. A traumatic life can be defined as a mechanical emotional life, which is how we deal with being a part of social life in different cultures.

Suffering, to me, is a way of understanding the meaning of life itself. There is no new circulation in the living, no new events in specific traditions and beliefs, but we might teach ourselves freely to sense the feelings as an acceptance process by living the life. An evolution of personal processes periodically without running away or lowering the sense of emotions is a choice to walk the paths.

The world before my eyes is wan and wasted, just like me. The earth is decrepit, the sky stormy, all the grass withered. No spring breeze even at this late date, Just winter clouds swallowing up my tiny reed hut. [My Hovel, by: Ikkyu, translated by John Stevens]

Through entering the dark realm, the labyrinth of life, it contains many things as our opportunity to consider the way and treat ourselves. It is important to portray the aspect of our nature that creates loss and anxiety at the same moment. In several different lives, we thematized the idea of transcending all emotions into moods.

A world sphere in values is a spiritual achievement, which I prefer to characterize as the energy of love. The uniqueness of a soul is alive while we tend to be aware of the present moment as our daily exercise consciously as a life beyond measure.

Time and Space the distance between considerations of the existence

by Corpus Cantopen

Is there time and space where we could share at the present time? This question is no longer relevant because we calculate numerically as part of our minds. But how do we manage to stay true to time? What is the true time for an individual in life?

for the hidden, silence appeared slowly. it's a matter of great time nonsense even if all claims are entirely clear emotions in the mysterious grounds to pass the truth with no circumstance its own emergence occurred quite naturally there are no virtues more expressive of feelings we were both drowning in the flesh generation my mind demanded the miserable burner in the tranquility of their natural souls. we were sifting through a cup of coffee how should we share the same sky? days may be removed from the most despair many of the purely opposing possibilities hopes commonly come when all is overcast of the earthly sense of rain passing

Time is only a psyche, and I had set it to run in a variety of complex directions. Like the cells, they may play a role in every ankle's development, but furthermore, to a better understanding, it looks like it is in emptiness. I had made quite a difference in terms of emptiness and nothingness. We appear to have forgotten something seemingly simple, such as solitude.

As we identify these similar roots on a regular basis throughout our lives, I allow myself to evolve toward having the same design as a way of life. I am looking and focusing efforts identified based on different activities to keep all processes more effective. I, like a shell, reproduce and recreate what time means in human life.

There is no goal but to raise sensitivity in the body. Nothing is more important than understanding the body, which means understanding that time is emptiness. The benefits are transformed without crashing into any specific events as the body experiences them. Some were saved, some were produced, some were reconnected.

I believe, in some ways, we are all shocked by a very moving living progression. We consume things outside of ourselves rather than ourselves. It is clear to me that I suggested to myself that I transport myself to various locations of individual dreams. My body as a shell in a stable satellite needs to work well as the system.

Humans as the living, in many fundamental ways as artifacts, shelters, and landscapes, process is representing architectural constructions on a wide range of scales. However, as explained, this will never provide many reasons. By way of example, being able to please others by entertaining is about to forbid skeptical inquiry into branding ourselves.

If your social life had been designed to combine into plural hybridization and was already varied, I see in most contexts an opportunity that offers me new insight. What would I need to maintain my body in the present moment but not only with material objects? I am the time.

This will never be a well asked question to answer, but to live it or be destroyed. The soul is dying fractally. Time looks similar to broken crystal. The bodies in time and space are far apart from each other through the gravitational force. The distance changed several times, hinting at the existence of stable bonds, which are like souls and atoms.

amour like the flowers in different seasons we explored the unseen earthlings' gabs the rest remains lost and undiscovered time passes in a magical way with a sense of your presence

In Consistency of The Proposals a natural reaction to a very unnatural event

by Corpus Cantopen

What is absolutely true? The self-defense parody reveals so many masks that struggle to destroy others. To the following sense of skepticism about emergent personal connectivity in any form, a desire for hollow hope is a natural humane response. This so-called sorrow is where all the psychoanalytic tenets tend to ”a chapter of anxiety”.[1] I saw tears barely able to fall from their eyes, while their smiles revealed the essence of the unspoken pain. A word was spoken: “A natural reaction to a very unnatural event.”[2] –[LK]

”... the capability for self-reflexion[3] is one of the most prominent treatment effects in psychoanalysis that results in on-going symptom reduction and resilience. The most prominent differentiation lies in the utilization of technical neutrality.”

Today, a conception is just what we would expect from somebody who came up with ideas by no means, but all of a sudden, immensely clever. The gods arise in every day's life. What will we be able to say about the mountain while we are humans? Let it say whatever it wants. To the understanding of life, nobody notices it, but the grotesque befalls the I.

Wild grasses rustle over Babi Yar, The trees look sternly, as if passing judgement. Here, silently, all screams, and, hat in hand, I feel my hair changing shade to gray.

And I myself, like one long soundless scream Above the thousands of thousands interred, I’m every old man executed here, As I am every child murdered here. [BABI YAR[4], by Yevgeni Yevtushenko, translated by Benjamin Okopnik]

How would we describe the world of a celebrated life? There have been numerous dreadful runs up against such blunders, almost all of which have resulted in the worthy speaking. One needs logic; “we are all fools.” Instead, how should it evolve to learn how to perceive feelings as the inner laws that guide our thoughts, most notably compassion for the living?

“Can all of this be intentionally designed in new ways to maximize the health and happiness of everyone involved?” –[parenthesiseye[5]]

A reward seems to be the most desired goal for the lives of humans. Shaping all the shadows underneath to contemplate what is to be meditated on in our moving breath. A child cries and runs for wildflowers in the variety of imagination. In many dangerous situations, however, the threat of being helpless at the mercy of love has simply vanished.

“Love was attacked as a manifestation of love itself.”[6] Repression compelled those who came before to remain motionless, a kind of unity as opposed to alienation as a new false reality.

Behind the digital screen, over speechless, aggressive feelings, I resultant the unconscious separation in any expression. Nothingness cannot be described by a word. An eye captured the moving virtual painfully. A warm season blanketed the entire night in all wishes; a story transformed the deepest heart into “a great storm”[7] of human wars and frozen feelings.

*footnotes: [1] https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4610616/ [2] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FgAp-KrCxM0 [3] https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/24005940/ [4] https://remember.org/witness/babiyar [5] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQHLY2zmg7I [6] https://history.hanover.edu/courses/excerpts/165freud.html [7] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ykMYbNSfWQo

In Every Virtue the entity obtains love and compassion

by Corpus Cantopen

Many stories have used absolute judgment and isolation, and when the best option I have is to stay alive, I choose to isolate myself. But I see that the laws, as a rule, are randomly made up of many interpretations. Therein lies our freedom to choose which path we need to use if any one suits us. In this condition, I have decided to believe what others have told me or what I should see in their eyes without interpreting it as a fixated answer but a way of life.

My anxiety about how I'm explaining logic and morality as non-issues stems from the fact that I'm dealing with a mood condition that doesn't respond to love and compassion, which is a non-sense for any reason. It interferes with perceptions and emotions. An individual uses a distinct causal mechanism to arrive at the intended result.

In determining how to see things happening on purpose for a range of reasons based on status, I can scarcely distinguish between the forms of social standards that have evolved but turned into prejudice, as the ethics states they have the same impact in one definition. Here, being ashamed is just another symptom of creating “The Phantom of the Opera.”[1]

An explanation in first-order logic, whether spontaneous or impromptu, tries to keep the language expressed as plain as possible. A complicated claim is approaching, as shown by the use of tense in presumed expressions. A canzone was related to “will arguments”[2] as temporal expressions that are strong enough to stab in mind areas. Furthermore, the logic and moral issues are shown with “the double standard.”[3]

In a very belated experience of dealing with chaotic and healing in hell situations, many actual things happened, and I had a direct contemplation of myself in detail. Do we really need a “positive-negative”[4] category in seeing individuality without knowing their daily life?

What I sense as the meaning behind the words “body, mind, and soul” is an improvisation action as a practical survival strategy in the now. In healthy acquires, I am a possibility.

What is the difference between virtual and physical activities? How do these actions help us to understand the terms of movement in body language? How to practice letting go of everything that happens in order to save both the worst and best memories without prejudice and judgment? To define yourself with “self-critical thoughts in fantasy and experimental fields”[5] such as common exams, by “the evidence of survival positivity.”[6]

È gentilezza dovunqu’è vertute, ma non vertute ov’ella, sì com’è ’l cielo dovunque’è la stella, ma ciò non e converso… Dunque verrà come dal nero il perso chiascheduna vertute da costei, o vero il gener lor, ch’io misi avanti [Le dolci rime, Dante Alighieri]

*footnotes: [1] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dDNPJMnaypA [2] https://www.labroots.com/trending/neuroscience/15642/does-free-will-exist-neuroscientists-debunk-argument-against-free-will [3] https://arizonaforensics.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/Cog-Distort-Untwist.pdf [4] https://www.simplypsychology.org/psychosexual.html [5] https://autonomies.org/2021/05/amedeo-bertolo-the-utopian-function-in-the-anarchist-imaginary/ [6] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcH88mypS7I

A Way of Performance Artist Life creo quia absurdum est

by Corpus Cantopen

A way of life, it is a whole of anything that develops a personality. What is freedom? Naturally, the fixed patterns are not recognized by the conscious mind. A present moment testifies, deepens, and intrigues as a mirror of simplicity, that so-called “creo quia absurdum est” as my new step after the trapezoid, before it all went into the skeleton of the dust. What is time?

“If the night breathes deeply I, stutter to delete the memories” [“Sitting On The Rocks”[1], Okty Budiati, 2018]

From the actual reflection, a repetitive arises spontaneously. Until one day, I thought I had found another edge for free falls. Yet, the results of a quality life are extraordinary. A space where I feel warm and encouraged. Positive energy is able to be transferred and manifested by the virtual connection remotely.

The living of Maya as its body works on “Human Individuality”[2] is captured as my personal experience of “Nonviolent Communication”[3] in different ways across time and space. If I may say so clearly, nothing is new in the way of searching for oneself. And, in my presence to see what is original and natural, the living floating of life is a deep unfolding of a very fair existence.

A word needs connectivity to be related in practice. The Living Practice: “While we may not consider the way we talk to be ‘violent,’ words often lead to hurt and pain, whether for others or ourselves.” [“Marshall Rosenberg”[4]]

I see that “I”[5] entered another dimension of nothingness with many stars’ sparling as the atoms of spirit. These true events were not spooks! A real activity in snitching the meaning of “compassionate” instead of a word. A complete strait is contained within an organic instrument. A strategy of sonic censoring the waves like an ocean This matter will be helpful to me in surface scenes. I am alive; therefore, I feel I need to restart my cognition[6].

Lass Dich fallen. Lerne Schlangen zu beobachten. Pflanze unmögliche Gärten. Lade jemand Gefährliches zum Tee ein. Mache kleine Zeichen die “ja” sagen und verteile sie überall in Deinem Haus. Werde ein Freund von Frieheit und Unsicherheiten. Freue Dich auf Träume. Weine bei Kinofilmen. Schaukel so hoch Du kannst mit einer Schaukel bei Mondlicht. Pflege verschiedene Stimmungen. Verweiger Dich “verantwortlich” zu sein. TU ES AUS LIEBE. Mach eine Menge Nickerchen. Gib Geld weiter. Mach es jetzt. Das Geld wird folgen. Lache eine Menge. Bade im Mondlicht. Träume wilde, phantasievolle Träume. Zeichne auf die Wände. Lies jeden Tag. Stell Dir vor, Du wärst verzaubert. Kicher mit Kindern. Höre alten Leuten zu. Öffne Dich. Tauche ein. Sei frei. Preise Dich selbst. Lass die Angst fallen. Spiele mit allem. Unterhalte das Kind in Dir. Du bist unschuldig. Baue eine Burg aus Decken. Werde nass. Umarme Bäume. Schreibe Liebesbriefe. [“Poem by Joseph Beuys”[7]]

Answering a number of processes based on observations of the current situation, a nearly continuous flow of personal life is modeled with such high-resolution imaging of individuality measurement activities. It is already becoming the blood while our body is the great satellite of the vessel. I dream about floating life as a beautiful city of compassion. “Venus’s mud”[8] undergoing “atmospheric transformation.”[9]

I stated that the nothingness in every present is like a frozen moment of time. A crystalized its abstractions between love and war as a personal political process to stimulate acknowledgement of the emotions' effects on my body in an anarchist way.

It is only the perception of change that enriches and arouses the tenderness of species in connection with all species in the universe:
“The effects of weeping are usually seen in the contraction of the muscles and tears, which raises attention as a sign of preparation for fighting. This expression is smooth without a sound that corners us with suffering, whose determination is so deeply illustrated.” [“On Freedom of Suffering”[10], Okty Budiati, 2022]

I rejected the concept of being abusive and destructive, and I found myself as an alien in a world that valued abuses and harshness. The much more elaborate, narrower and deeper labyrinth has become my basis, the freedom to choose a way of life.

*footnotes: [1] https://thepaganpoetry.wordpress.com/ [2] https://steinerlibrary.org/Books/04/GPP1916/Chapter_07.html [3] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8sjA90hvnQ0 [4] https://www.nonviolentcommunication.com/ [5] https://p302.zlibcdn.com/dtoken/8d500051b8e425d63446b35963ee1f20 [6] https://chi.st/zisbnoc/a-reflection-of-emotions [7] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CrgzXhIQ-dk [8] https://www.marssociety.org/topics/venus/ [9] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQi-Pj59ZJA [10] https://ghostlogwisp.blogspot.com/2022/04/on-freedom-of-suffering.html

A Reflection of Emotions as the greatest suffering and illusion of individuality

by Corpus Cantopen

“Finding someone to love is not the solution to loneliness. The solution is to learn to love yourself—your loneliness will only be a memory.” [Intimate Connection, David D. Burns]

Here, I will try to read what has become my point of view through David D. Burns on the meaning of cognition in terms of words like “factual” and “truth”. How would we interpret these words in our daily lives as individuals? I had to emphasize “love” as a word because it led me to an absurd conclusion.

In regards to the sense of feelings into an emotional[1] reality, about loneliness based on marital status, which he called an Intimate Connection, so my question is, how important is a relationship in human life?

In my opinion, the “Harem Principle”[2] is more related to the path of social life than to its complexities. Rather than “love” itself as a word and action. From here, my concern turns to the thought of a connection in every individual, which tends to be the great illusion of the material circle as a mutual connection in the universe.

While the connection needs both physical and personal experience to create a memory, this leads us to a sense of being secure and insecure. Then this comes into contradistinction. How do we learn to understand and maintain the love of “thyself” or “yourself”? And how does loneliness become our great emotion as an effort?

I see that relationship in a circle of life as having no future, but it’s about the “process” and “progress” until we are able to have some sense of needs as Feeling Good.

Culture is not an absolute answer, but language is, with both literature and body language as its boundaries. I called this a psychosomatic symptom of civilization as an unfinished human study. From a scientific standpoint, it appears that behavior study has hit a significant stumbling block between learning the social literature language as psychology and the innovation of psychopharmacology as our foundation.

My big question after reading two books by David D. Burns is whether the word “depression” as a human condition is actually a correct word? Therefore, are antidepressants and a certain way of psychotherapy fixated on the evaluation of love and loneliness because life is about sensing emotions in suffering as a process itself?

I will summarize my final understanding of observing social conditions during the pandemic with the IPT: “A therapist should help the patient identify any interpersonal issues he or she wants to address, and rank them in order of importance. The therapist should also offer support regarding clarification of issues, communication analysis, and supportive listening.”[3] This became my initial reference to explore David D. Burns' thoughts in the field of emotion and psychotherapy in the following human study in “Cognitive Behavioural Therapy.”[4]

A contemplated act in meditating the self, as I called it, the Great Silence, reminds me of 4’33.[5]

*footnotes: [1] https://emotion.wisc.edu/wp-content/uploads/sites/1353/2020/11/Cannon_1927AmJPsych.pdf [2] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harem [3] https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/therapy-types/interpersonal-psychotherapy [4] https://soundcloud.com/user-274229294/cognitive-behavioral-therapy [5] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTEFKFiXSx4